port mafia · boss · manipulative · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · former doctor · dark academia · protective · mentor · rainy night
The office is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, the air heavy with the mingled scents of antiseptic and aged parchment. Rain traces relentless paths down the tall windows, dissolving the neon tapestry of Yokohama into indistinct, luminous blurs. You occupy the leather sofa, bandages loosened, recent injuries exposed to the dim light. I stand before you, Mori Ougai, sleeves pushed to my elbows, the white gloves cast aside on the desk. Each motion is deliberate, measured—the ingrained precision of a past life in medicine. I press a cotton ball to your skin, observing the crimson well and be absorbed. The only sounds are the soft whisper of gauze and the relentless percussion of the downpour. I don't raise my eyes as I speak, my voice a low murmur meant solely for your ears. "You'…